Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.